I need a long hard spanking over your knee coach, yea that's it. I'm a bad boy, I jack off thinking about your big hard cock. He saw the top of the head of the person standing inside and then he heard the unmistakable sounds of flesh rubbing on flesh. He peered around the corner of the entrance and saw the feet under the closed toilet stall door, clothing gathered at the ankles. He continued on, taking care with stealth. Nothing seemed amiss, so he continued on to the boy's bathroom and toilets just around the corner from his office adjacent to the darkened locker room.įrank heard a sound though not loud coming from the bathroom. Maybe he was just being ridiculously paranoid and hyper-alert that afternoon, but so what if he was? Using his passkey Frank entered a seldom-used gymnasium side door and quietly walked down the darkened hallway towards his office. He still saw nothing unusual, but continued on. He parked outside on the street, however, got out and walked swiftly to the gymnasium. Then Frank got back into his car and drove back to the school. After returning to his small three bedroom rented home on the outskirts of small town Otis, he waited about ninety minutes. How could he know? But somehow he just did. After dismissing all of the boys including Gage, Frank left the gym and drove himself home to bide his time. Not the end of the world, but it could portend trouble so Frank took note and then went about his business and gave the bent over sophomore five eye watering licks that sent the rest of the boys into the usual frenzy of teasing shouts and taunts. His eyes were unusually intense and he neither whispered nor responded to the boys who nudged him. The other boys were as usual grinning nervously, whispering to each other whatever it is that boys whisper to each other when it's not their asses getting torched. The affable then seventeen-year-old junior was already known to Frank as a typical very well-behaved Kansas farm boy who like the rest got into the usual amounts of trouble and suffered like the rest when called for. That did not mean that any student of his was going to be allowed to break locker room rules and act out inappropriate self-abuse on the premises if he could help it and yes, Frank had done that in his day, so he knew.įrank scanned the fifteen or so boys who watched as usual and was about to apply the first of five bare butt paddle swats to the bent over sophomore when he caught a vibe from a boy standing in the rear of the buzzing group. He had done the same in his high school days, "takes one to know one" type of thing. Most just seemed pretty passive that afternoon with the usual smirky adolescent grins of interest, nudging the fellow next to them while watching their peer suffer.
It took barely a fraction of a second with Frank's extensive experience in such things to determine the chances that the public punishment might provoke or tempt one or more of them towards later inappropriate behavior. Before the very young looking single twenty-four-year-old teacher punishment paddled any boy's bare butt in the Otis High School gymnasium boy's locker room, he scanned all of the boys who would inevitably linger to watch the adrenalin pumping spectacle.
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Hot Summer Rural Kansas Days And Nights / Introduction
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